There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.
Related Authors: Malak El Halabi
Related Topics: december, eyes, love, relationships, warmth
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